Alberto and the others began to tour the city.
"Wow! This is a real fantasy world, rchants on the streets. People in armour, horses, and I'm stepping on shit. The terrible sll of the air, which explains why there will be two hundred million deaths in the future. Damn it, I hate it! It's unsanitary that those novels and ani were lies, after all!"
Alberto covered his face with a handkerchief because of the stench. Since this was a dieval world, the sanitation system here was not that good. Only the rich had toilets and the common people had to defecate in the open or on the streets. So if you are not careful while walking on the streets, you can step in soone's shit. Your journey continues with My Virtual Library Empire
"At least the adventurers are real. But the sll of this place is horrible as hell, all the novels I read were lies. The dieval cities depicted in novels, ani and movies are all lies. Maybe I should read accurate history books."
Aisha was also feeling ashad. They were currently in the lower comrce zone of the capital, although she did not want to bring them here, but Alberto's insistence forced her to bring them here because Alberto was interested in seeing what the lives of ordinary people in the fantasy world were like.
Alberto asked Aisha a question, "So Miss Aisha, are you the only elves in this country? I haven't seen anyone like you yet."
"Ah! Actually, the number of elves in our country is very small. 70 percent of the population of our kingdom is humans, the remaining 27 percent are slaves and three percent are citizens of other races. Our dark elves tribe lives in the Great Forest, which is located on Mapro, which is the second largest island of the Britannia Kingdom. You will see many dark elves like there."
"Umm.... that ans you ca from a long way away"
"Yes, I have always wanted to be a Royal knight since I was a child, so I left our forest and ca here ten years ago to participate in the annual sword competition, where after winning, I was appointed to the Royal Knights."
Soon, they saw a crowd of people jamming up the road in front of them.
The sound coming from them was either vicious cursing or mocking laughter, accompanied by the sound of sothing striking sothing else. Cries along the lines of "Soone's going to die" and "Better get the guards" rose up from them.
The crowd blocked their line of sight, but they were certain that so kind of violence was in progress.
Aisha saw two guards who were also looking at the crowd but did not take any action.
Her expression turned cold, and she walked up beside the guards.
"What's going on here?!"
The guard jumped in fright.
The man wore a chain shirt and carried a spear; his surcoat was emblazoned with the Britannia Kingdom's crest draping over the armour. This was the standard uniform of the average guard in the Britannia Kingdom, but Aisha could imdiately sense that neither of the n was well-trained.
To begin with, their physiques were unremarkable—soft and lacking the definition that ca from rigorous training. They were unshaven, and their chain shirts bore the dull sheen of neglect, tarnished by dirt and gri.
"Seems to be a civilian disturbance." A guard said. The guards beca nervous because they did not expect the vice-captain of the Royal Knights to be in such a place.
Unlike the Palace guards, the guards who patrolled the city were drawn from the civilian populace and were not well-trained. In truth, they were rely civilians who knew how to use weapons. Therefore, they also lacked courage compared to trained soldiers and knights.
While Aisha was scolding the guards, Alberto and his three security staff walked towards the crowd. They were basically following Alberto.
They pushed through the crowd and headed towards the centre.
They see so people kicking sothing.
"Fuck you doing, young man?!"
One of those n had noticed Alberto approaching and snarled at him. A muscular man.
"This place seed a little noisy, so I ca to take a look."
"You want a piece of this?!"
Alberto noticed that the person these people were kicking was actually a small boy, the boy had passed out after being brutalized for so long, but he still looked like he was breathing.
Alberto looked at the n again. The sll of alcohol hung about their mouths and bodies.
Alberto had a blank expression on his face as he asked:
"I don't know why you're doing this, but don't you think it's ti to stop?"
"Hah?! This punk got his food all over my shirt! How could I let that go easily?"
One of the n pointed to a spot on his shirt. It did look like a stain. However, the n's clothes were filthy to begin with. That being the case, the stain was hardly obvious.
"Hub! … public safety in this city is quite bad. It's been a long ti since I've seen such garbage."
"Ah?!"
These people get angry by this.
"Ah? What the fuck you say?"
"Begone."
The muscular man — clenched his fist. Compared to him, Alberto seed far inferior. The muscular man looked as if he could throw Alberto several ters away with a single punch. The people around them realized this and gasped in horror at the tragedy which was about to befall Alberto.
But before the man's punch could hit Alberto, sothing blocked it. It was Carl who easily blocked the man's punch and pressed the man's hand, causing him to scream in pain.
The people in the crowd were surprised by this.
The man's companions co forward, but they, too, are easily defeated by Alberto's bodyguards.
"Do you still wish to fight?" Alberto quietly said.
Aisha also reached there with the guards by then, but the situation had already been brought under control. She ordered the guards to arrest the troublemakers.
She apologizes to Alberto for this situation. But Alberto smiled and told her to take care of the injured boy first.
Aisha quickly ordered the guards to take the boy to the temple for treatnt.
Slowly everyone started leaving as their entertainnt was over.
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